Turning My Roommate into a Sissy Slut Chapter 4_(1)

I was standing in the living room of my apartment. It was a Friday afternoon, and my classes had ended for the day. Of course, this meant that I would be spending a lot of quality time with my roommate this weekend.

My roommate, Terri, was kneeling in front of me, naked and ready to serve. Just to think, only a few weeks ago, her name was Tim. Tim was an arrogant asshole that didn’t really have any idea of what the real world was like. Seeing as he was a sexist and a racist, as well as all the other negative terms I could use to describe someone, I decided to teach him a lesson.

Well, I’d say it turned out pretty well. Now, she was on her way to becoming my own little sissy slave.

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“Terri, do you remember what I told you?” I questioned.

“Y-yes, you told me that I always had to be back here by 3:00 pm on the weekdays…” her voice trailed off.

“And what time did you get back today?”

“U-um… I believe I got back a-at about…” her high-pitched voice trailed off once again, “3:20, master.”

I sighed deeply, so as to exaggerate my disappointment. Well, at least she remembered to call me ‘master’. I smiled at the thought of her seeing me as her owner. I looked down at her small cock, encased by the chastity cage I got for her. It rested in between her smooth thighs, which I’d commanded her to always keep shaven, which I was glad to see she’d been doing.

“I think I need to start punishing you for getting back so late everyday. You’ve been getting better, but you’re still breaking my rules.” I was hoping to play on her emotions a little bit. I was hoping that she was still hesitant about this whole thing so I could really break it into her. “You do want to be a good little sissy slut for me, right?”

She hesitated to answer, “I-I… y-yes, I want to be good… and I promise I won’t be late again, master. Please don’t punish me…”

I didn’t buy it. “Stand up,” I commanded.

She immediately rose to her feet. Looking down at her, she was almost a foot shorter than me, and her body looked just like a girl’s, despite being genetically male. If you didn’t see what I liked the call her little clitty, then you would assume she was a girl. I walked over to the couch and sat down, pulling Terri along with me. I roughly pulled her down so that she was bent over my knees, with her bare ass on my right and her head on my left. I placed her in the classic spanking position.

I told her, “From now on, I’m going to give you one spank for every minute you’re late. So start counting.”

“W-wait, master…” she started, but was cut off by my sharp smack on her right ass cheek. “Ah!”

“Start counting, slut!” I commanded.

“Please, it hurts, I promise I won’t be late again!” she begged.

“Good, I hope you can keep that promise.” I didn’t stop, though. I smacked her hard on the left cheek this time. “But if you don’t start counting, I’ll lose track and I’ll have to restart!”

I raised my right arm and brought it down on her right cheek once again.

“Three! That’s three!” She screamed.

I continued spanking her, alternating from side to side, until Terri managed to count to twenty in between screams and sobs. Watching her porcelain ass jiggling and slowly turning red was getting me turned on. I rubbed my hand over her smooth, round ass that looked just like a girl’s. At a certain angle it even looked like she had tits. I also told her to start growing out the hair on her head, so it was definitely believable. However, she was still able to hide it during her classes and still acted like the old Tim when in public. But that’s what I liked about it. It was our little secret.

After we finished, Terri got off of me and stood up, wincing. I stood up as well, and I could see that she had actually gotten hard from that.

“It seems your little clitty enjoyed that spanking,” I teased.